Thanks queeqer..
*smiles and drinks her milk*
This one was pretty bad...contagous parasites and jets landing with smoke coming out the engines...a bunch of them landing in a row...
*sighs and nestles into the booth cushions*

Dim, so much fear do you have in your subconscious, do you have? severed heads, my, what agression pursues you. beware of the baldi side approaching your dreams to destroy you or draw you from the beardiness of your soul, and sole, too.

So...you think I should worry about a cryogenically frozen severed head in a canister in a shed in my Mom's backyard?...Hmmmm *nods* What about the drunk homeless women who talk to me when I go to the ghettos full of old Victorian homes? What's that about?

Go to the ghettos to help raise the consciousness of those who languish there and for the public's education that sisters have fallen and can't get up, the halfway of being lost to the baldi side, yet hanging in there hoping a jedi knight of sufficient beardiness to come show them the way to the light.

Hmmm, my shrink said it probably reflected my poor self esteem...and the women we're aspects of me with advice that I wasn't willing to listen too even though I knew I should...but he was a Hutt..so I'll go with you take on the dream

We must never forsake those who have fallen, lest we lose sight of the real purpose of being chosen, trained, and risen to the beardiness of the knighthood. until totally destroyed, those who have fallen, can again rise and return to the light, as a matter of choice, as Vader did before his demise.